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"Enriched with funk and roll for the soul. 199
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YOUNG MC
Stone Cold Rhymin'
Island
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COLLECTION
The MC named Young is probably
the best rap songwriter of the year.
Not only did he pencil the hits "Wild
Thing" and "Funky Cold Medina" for
that chubby guy Tone something, but
he had some hits of his own also. "I
Let 'Em Know" and "Bust A Move"
are his claims to Yo-MTV fame.
Unlike MC's who use so many
samples on their records they sound
like K-Tel compilations, this guy goes
for the real deal-genuine back-up
vocals, jazzy piano, and bass play-
ing by none other than Red Hot Flea.
Produced by the infamous Dust
Brothers (Loc/Beasties master-
minds), the general tone of this
album is hip hop mixed with soul, a
bit of go go, some jazz, and a lot of
butt-shakin' funk
What makes this album really cool
is the fact that you don't have to listen
to Young MC brag about his dick or
dis everyone else's dick-it's just a
fun album that can put a lot of the
"well hung" rap artists to shame. DO
L.A. GUNS
Cocked and Loaded
Polygram
After making a fistful of dollars on
their debut, the Guns have returned
totally re-armed with another ambush
of hits. Cough up your bullets and get
ready for more gun slingin' singin'
and gattling guitars. The record
follows their usual cocky rock-out
sound. Lyrically, it could be more
stimulating, but the music is consis
tent with their previous release. The
songs reach out with rude riffs and
corrosive choruses of that infamous
self-indulgent and sexist nature that
makes the L.A. Guns what they are.
This attempt is a bit more commer-
cial sounding, but it still maintains an
even flow of furious pistol poppin'
pleasure. Better knock off your local
record store for this one. RR
BEASTIE BOYS
Paul's Boutique
Captiol
Boys, boys, boys. What's the
problem? You bust the sickest
flammable-fat-lapel-more-wah-wah
than-a-maternity-ward-socially-dis
funk-shunal groove since Rudy quit
Fat Albert's junkyard band and, as
far as I can tell, you don't even sam
ple Tavares. Oh well, nobody's
perfect. You've kicked a thick slab
here definitely a step above your
previous bearded-guy-influenced
effort. Your basic riff source seems
to have moved from the stadium to
the Palladium (if I may be so bold as
to bite a rhyme) but the cuts on both
Lp's validate the significance of a
decade many fools would choose to
forget. Arena deity crunch rock,
mirrored ball thumpalumpa and
stone-cold Shaft wacka wacka are
but a few of the musical gifts the
seventies have given us. License To
I affirmed that fact, but Paul's Bouti-
que does it deeper and doper.
Besides, why rhyme and steal when
you can wax and milk? The 360°
cover and detailed demented lyrical
reference notes are added bonuses,
but you didn't include any personal
horoscope information. Maybe next
time, huh? MCM
RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS
Mother's Milk
EMI
While most bands update their
styles to sound more like "new"
music, the Red Hot Chili Peppers
always seem to regress to the
Hendrix, Funkadelic, Parliament
sound. Believe me, this is a compli-
ment. You just can't compare the
Chili Peppers to anyone (even though
they're the most compared-to band
since "slap-style" bass became
popular again, thanks to Flea).
Speaking of slapping, there's no
absence of it on Mother's Milk. Even
after losing their good friend and
guitarist Hillel Slovak, and adopting
a revolving door policy for drummers
the Chilis have almost topped their
outrageous and vivacious debut
album, "True Men Don't Kill
Coyotes." With a wider variety of
styles than ever before, Mother's Milk
shows that these LA. sock rockers
are far from washed up. Too bad the
best song on this disc isn't their own
but a cover of "Higher Ground" by
Stevie Wonder. It's not only a great
tribute to Stevie, it's a killer rock your
booty number. "Nobody Weird Like
Me shows faster than human slap-
ping only Flea can pull off backed by
head-thumping drumming. I don't
know what kinds of experiences An-
thony had as a kid, but "Sexy Mex-
ican Maid" sounds too real to be a
story. All in all, Mother's Milk is a
strong album with some good catchy
numbers. DO
VISUAL DISCRIMINATION
Step Back and Listen
Nemesis
VD combines the straight-edge.
greats with a variable and sonic
depth charged outcome. Rough vocs
and fast-paced twin guitars coupled
with superb bass intros and pound-
ing skins break the monotony of the
day. VD outdoes a lot of those other
so-called HC bands hands down. RR
SOUNDGARDEN
Louder Than Love
A&M
Now on A&M, Soundgarden has
made quantum leaps into today's
musical multitude. This third album
MG MG MCM MOM SM Steve Martin, DO Danny Omelas, Rick Ros
by Seattle's sleaze kings unleashes
a heavier than heavy sonic fusion of
grunge and metal. Their quote,
"hard-driving slow-core," just about
sums it up. Scorching vocals and
raunchy rhythms wreak havoc on the
ol' cranial cavity. A bit more metallic
than their previous releases, this
garden of sound is louder than any
love mankind has to offer. RR
UNGH!
Cement
Beware
UNGH
Cement
Funky bass with Afro-rhythms rem-
iniscent of ESG mixed with an indus-
trial overtone. Stevie Dread and crew
blast out danceable beats of unclass-
ified origins with a taste of Cabaret
Voltaire. Although they mix styles,
Ungh! doesn't lack direction or pro-
gression. Each instrument takes its
own course, and the end product is
a far out funky fest of fun. RR
VARIOUS ARTISTS
The Bridge: A Tribute To Neil Young
Caroline
The Bridge is a classic rock col-
lector's nightmare: twelve (fourteen
on CD) vintage Neil Young composi
tions as interpreted by artists as
bizarre and diverse as the perfor
mances themselves. Treatments
range from surprisingly faithful to
irreverent, demented and beyond.
Soul Asylum's "Barstool Blues" is
the chance meeting of two eras of no-
frills rock and roll ethics. Nick Cave's
gritty "Helpless" is dangerously
close to the stark original; the same
can be said for the initial strains of
the Pixies tender treatment of
"Winterlong," until said tenderness
gives way to pseudo-psychedelic
confusion. Sonic Youth tackles
"Computer Age," twisting a widely
overlooked stage in Young's long, er-
ratic career into a composite of his
angst and their wonderment. Bong-
water, Flaming Lips and Dinosaur Jr.
opt for unrestrained pillagings,
radically reconstructing "Mr. Soul,"
"After The Goldrush" and "Lotta
Love" into newborn monstrosities of
a skewed history. SM